Livin In America Ukulele tab

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MAN:    Oh, it's six o'clock and it's time to rock 
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        And me head is beatin' like a drum 
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        In the cold day light, ah I feel like shite 
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        And I can't remember last night's fun 
         
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        Then the foreman says, "C'mon now boys 
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        Stick your fingers down your throat and get to work" 
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        And I wish to Christ I'd stayed home last night 
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        Instead of drinkin' in America 
         
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        Oh, I knock down walls with big iron balls 
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        And I mix cement by the ton 
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        With me tongue hangin' out for a bottle of stout 
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        Sweatin' bullets in the Brooklyn sun 
         
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        Then I think of her up on Kings Bridge Road 
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        Did she mean what she said last night 
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        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here 
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WOMAN:  On me way downtown, I think of that clown 
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        And the things that he said last night 
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        Did he mean 'em at all or was it just drink talk 
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        Oh, I must look a terrible sight 
         
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        Put me makeup on as I watch the sun 
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        Rise high over Fordham Road 
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BOTH:  Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here 
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WOMAN:  Oh, the kids aren't dressed and the house is a mess 
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        And the yuppies are networkin' again 
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        Kiss their darlin's goodbye, "Oh, we'll be late tonight 
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        But we should be home by eleven" 
         
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        Oh, me little dears dry up your tears 
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BOTH:  Your parents are too busy makin' money 
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        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here 
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MAN:    Workin' with the black man, Dominican and Greek 
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        In the snows of January or the drenchin' August heat 
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        No sick days or benefits and for Christ's sake don't get hurt 
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        The quacks over here won't patch you up 
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        Unless they see the bucks upfront 
         
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WOMAN:  Lookin' after babies from crack of dawn 'til dusk 
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        Changin' dirty nappies and cleanin' up the house 
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BOTH:   Is this what I've been educated for 
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        To wipe the arse of every baby in America? 
         
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MAN:    Now the day is done, take the subway home 
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        Squashed up like some sardine in a can 
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        In the Blarney Stone, drink a gallon of foam 
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        'Til I'm feelin' half myself again 
         
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        If she comes tonight, I'll ask her outright 
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        Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained 
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        And if she takes a chance, she might find romance 
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        Now she's livin' in America 
         
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WOMAN:  See him standing there with the ring in his ear 
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        And the grin on the side of his face 
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        With the fag in his mouth oh I should watch out 
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        For they say that he's a real hard case 
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        Should I take me chance or say no thanks? 
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BOTH:  Ah, what the hell, nothin' ventured nothin' gained 
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        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here 
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        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here 
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        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here 
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        Oh, Mammy dear, we're all mad over here 
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